The darkness of his soul disappeared, as if sucked in by the kohl in her eyes.An assassin, with blood in his hands, could now see the red in roses. And in between stolen glances, sweet desires, and nudged on by a powerful pull of…
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.